Melancholy

When Storm awoke from the slumber with the dream that left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, the first thing that she noticed was the eeriness in her room, like the beast that had troubled her dream was right in the same room with her.

This caused her to shudder, and wish that she was sharing her room, her bed with someone-with Lucy, Justin, or even Kaden. She would take anyone at this point.

She checked the time on her phone. It was seven am on the dot. Thank goodness. She muttered under her breath, pushing her groggy self out of the bed, determined to get rid of the feeling that had escaped the dreamland into reality with her.

I must overcome this. She kept muttering, heading to the bathroom, to rinse her mouth. After she was done, she threw a bland gown over her night wear and then strolled out of her room.

When she got to the sitting room, she took a deep breath; it was like the burden had gotten off her back. Was there something wrong with her room? She wondered, knowing that